You know you’re a grownup when…

 

I know it’s been a whole week since I have updated my blog despite the fact I was trying very hard to update at least twice a week. Though I would like to claim that this was because I had secluded myself and finished up my two previously neglected novels, that would just be a lie. Though I spent a fair minimal amount of time working on them, I’ve afraid I’ve hit a bit of writer’s block. (Is it still considered writer’s block if you simply feel too lazy to write and the glow of Facebook attracts you like a moth to a flame whenever you open your computer?)

Anyways, that aside, I came up with this blog idea as I attempted to organize my kitchen (procrastination with at least some productive results) today. As I stood there in near nervous breakdown mode because my kitchen isn’t designed well enough to truly be efficient, I realized there are lots of things I would’ve never understood until I became a grownup. So.. to that end…

You know you’re a grownup when…

1. You don’t consider it a punishment when you take a nap. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.

2. You actually can see the purpose behind some of the products on infomercials. You might even get excited about purchasing them.

3. You know there’s no excitement in checking the mailbox. Unless you really like getting bills.

4. You realize that as a teenager, you had no true idea of what multitasking was. Now, you can make dinner, keep everyome’s schedule in check, plan for the next day, finish the laundry and all with one hand since your other one has a glass of wine in it.

5. Leisure time takes on a whole new meaning. It means you only have 10 things going on and not 30.

6. You aren’t carded anymore when purchasing your beverage of choice. This could be because they see you every week buying the same stuff or the screaming children and haggard look on your face on Monday night makes them feel bad enough they figure you need it anyways.

7. You finally understand the true importance of the iron. Of course, you probably don’t have much time to use it, so generally throwing your shirt in the dryer with a wet washcloth suffices to get out the really big wrinkles. The other ones you can blame on the child you are carrying.

8. You find yourself saying more than once.. “Oh.. now I see what my parents meant..”

9. Though chores may still feel like a punishment (perhaps more now since you don’t get paid to do them), you realize how much nicer it is to have clean clothes and clean house to live in.

10. It’s no longer cool to have your own car. In general, you wish your parents still paid for the loan and the insurance. That probably would make it cooler to drive.

 

What are some of the things which you think denotes your ascent (descent?) into grownup hood? 

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About J.Peterson

By day, I'm a mom of two boys (three if you count my husband) and a childcare provider. My adventures in parenting and the real world are primarily what this blog is about. My alternate ego, the one who is in my book(s), is a scythe bearing, magnificent shoe wearing, Soul Harvester by the name of Genesis. Though she knows nothing about parenting, her sarcasm rivals even my own. If you enjoy my blog, check her out on Amazon under the title of Death Inc. The life and Times of a Soul Harvester. http://www.amazon.com/Death-Reaper-Harvester-Incorporated-ebook/dp/B0060ZO82K/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_2_77ZB

3 responses to “You know you’re a grownup when…”

  1. pouringmyartout says :

    I grew up once. I didn’t like it.

    • J.Peterson says :

      seriously! I don’t think anyone does. I think Peter Pan had the right idea. Though given that I already live in a house of all boys an entire island of “lost” ones doesn’t sound that appealing. I guess there’s a downside to everything. 😉

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